[b]Syrzan sat alone in his seat still, scanning the room for any delicious looking heads, the bigger the better,the brain will taste.
Of course he would prefer a child over an adult brain, such purity in innocence.
But at this moment, he'd settle for just about anything, and that's when his eyes fell upon such beauty.
The Illithid glided over the floor, his robe trailing from behind, as he came to a stop, standing over a young man's enormous sized head.
He ran his hands gently over the servant's head, caressing the baldness. 
The servant gulped, and squeaked [color=brown]"May I be of service to thee?"[/color]
"You have such a magnificent cranium." 
[color=brown]"Uh tha..thank you sir..eh madam..uh"[/color]
Syrzan pushed the servant away, "No This will not do, I'm not devouring a stuttering idiot's brain."
A young woman  walked  by carrying a tray of mugs.
"Excuse me, may I touch your cranium?" "Young lady, wench... come back here, I simply just want to talk, I promise. "
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